careful where you step the mess you left still beating bleeding all over the floor i slept when you ignored and out the door went down my stock and locked in odds that the clock cashed in when winter comes hibernate inside wombs i'll hide dishwashers churn turned on to turn off the yearn for company calling me awakening the peaceful hum the setting sun shining through cracked fingers splittered through isolation in amazement one instance gone and the next still gone.
posted by fillshe @ 9:25 PM
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